Teziran wanders, been wanting to post with her...

[Sea Tiger]

Dawnstorm was unsure of how to break the silence without having Teziran leap at her throat. She wanted the other rogue to like her, but there was something paticluar that made Dawnstorm warry around Teziran.
It wasn't just Teziran's cruel moods, but something else, deep beneeth the loner's cream colored coat. There was something Dawnstorm was unaware of, but she longed with an ache to know what it was. Curiousity drove at Dawnstorm's mind, gnawing away at her sane thoughts, but still, Dawnstorm could think of nothing brilliantly subtle to say.

Letting herself plop down in the grass next to Teziran, Dawnstorm stared up at the night sky. It was strange to see the same ShiningClan watching down on her, even in Loner Lands, and Dawnstorm was sure they were nodding their disapproval.
The night was starting to fade, and the vibrant colors of sunrise flooded over the land forcing Dawnstorm to blink her amber eyes rapidly. The gold light was now turning red; all across the eastern sky the Silverpelt was starting to fade into the light, and the feathery bands of clouds were rimmed with scarlet. Any moment now the sun itself would break the line of the horizon.

[Whitelight]

Teziran purred silently as the colors filled the horizan. She always love the sun, as well as the moon and stars. They were never changing, no matter what or where she was. The celestual (sp) bodys had been the same since she was a kit in the clans, the same when she was a kitten alone in the forests, the same when Twolegs took care of her, the same when she was sleeping in Twoleg camps, the same when she was running with bands, and the same when she sat with Dawnstorm in the Clan loner lands. Same, same, same, same, same.

But right now she didnt feel the same. Now the rouge sat on the ground, blood mixing into the red tinged grass as the sun set. Soon the night would take over and everything would change. Everything would become.... an enemy. Every rock a crouching badger, every rabbit a visious clan cat. Teziran shivered. One of the main reasons she had choosen to stay in the two leg camp was that she knew it. Everything there was a monster, a friend or a Twoleg (who werent that frightning). The forest had left an inprint on her of fear, horrer and evil since she had been a kit. And now she was here, sleeping in the dark. Alone with Dawnstorm, who still in the rouges mind was a clan cat.

[Sea Tiger]

((um, the sun was rising, not setting. should i make that more clear? i said the silverpelt started to fade, but...))

[Whitelight]

(Ah, you stinky pants. What ever. It doesnt really matter)

[Sea Tiger]

((i figured that we should start posting in loner lands, so... Feelin' Sleepy ))